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I drank an espresso And met with god We talked of good days past His son doesn’t call My mom ****** me up In his eyes we’re all just dust
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
I met with god
I drank an espresso And met with god We talked of good days past His son doesn’t call My mom ****** me up In his eyes we’re all just dust
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
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